Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Every Step You Take... I'll Be Watching You

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Every Step You Take... I'll Be Watching You

"Hell sent us the evilest disease... and we call it love."

"They promised that dreams can come true, but don't forget nightmares are dreams..."

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Anastasia's POV:  

"Pst..." I see nothing but darkness. Nothing at all. 

"Pst..." An irritating sound keeps trying to lure me out into insecurity. 

"I SAID, PSTTT!" my eyes snap open and I look around and see again nothing but darkness. My eyes try to adjust to the dark but it doesn't work. 

"Heya, Gorgeous!" I look up to see a luminous dark figure above me. I feel hot breath on my cheeks and it is only now that I feel that I'm sat on a wooden chair and am tied up. I attempt to pull on the rope tying my wrists together but nothing works, instead, I feel the cool burning sensation of the rope pulling against my skin. 

A spotlight flashes out of nowhere and I close my eyes, dazed by the sudden bright light.  My eyes slowly open as my vision blurs before slowly adjusting. 

"What's going on?" I ask slightly drowsy. My head slowly starts to drop as it hangs loosely. 

"Oh, no, no, no, Gorgeous, don't fall unconscious on me," I hear the voice demand. 

That voice... it sounds so familiar...

"Where am I?" I whisper as I feel fingers lightly hold my chin. I open my eyes and see a pair of green eyes stare into my own. 

"Wakey, wakey, Gorgeous," the voice whispers softly. The fingers on my chin rub tenderly across my skin, soothing me back to sleep. 

"Who are you?" I ask in a small still half drowsy voice. I blink a couple of times and still see the green eyes focus on me. 

"You don't remember me?" the voice asks slightly hurt. I watch the green pools darken and I feel my insides start to burn. I cry out in pain squeezing my eyes in the process. The fingers tightly grasp at my chin. My head starts to pound in pain. 

"Don't cry, Gorgeous," the voice soothes. I feel tears fall down my cheeks. 

"Pretty girls shouldn't cry," I feel my tears suddenly stop. I look up into the green eyes as I feel the pain in my head slowly subside. 

"Please..." I cry out. I hear the voice tutt. 

"Please, let me go," I beg. The contact on my chin vanishes and I watch as the figure walks into the spotlight. 

"You don't remember me, Gorgeous..." I see the bright red fiery hair of my capture. The man shakes his head over and over again. 

"Remember what?" I question in confusion. The man snaps his head in my direction. 

"Me?!" the man exclaims throwing his hands in the air. I shake my head and feel a couple more tears roll down my cheeks, each burning my skin.

"I'm sorry... but I don't know who you are," I state. The man scowls at me and points a finger at me. 

"Really? What should I expect really... when you can't even remember yourself?" the man questions no one particular.

"What do you mean? I know who I am," I say starting to get confused by this man. He shakes his head and starts to walk towards me. I lean back further in the chair that I am tied to and gulp watching as stalks closer and closer.